Laws - Wall To Wall lyrics

You see what, what sounds to you like
A big load of trashy, old noise
Is in fact the brilliant music
Of a genius: myself
That music is so powerful that
It's quite beyond my control
And uh, when I'm in the grips of it
I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain
Either physically or emotionally
Do you understand what I'm talking about?
Have you, have you ever felt like that?
When you just, when you just
You couldn't feel anything and you
Didn't want to either
Aye man, I appreciate the love you know
But y'all need to back up man
Yo, I don't want them to shut us down
You know? Y'all dropped a piece of your pay
Check to get in here fam
Oh, that's how you want it? Alright
Enjoy it while it last

I rock, I roll, I get it, I live it, I know
You got problems? See me at my show
Good luck gettin' through the front door
‘Cause we wall to wall action and
I can barely breathe ‘em
About to bring it back home, back home
Back home

My stomach rumblin' but I been fed already
I’m seein' 2010 but my vision 20-20
And people question am I’m spittin' or not
Nothin' to lose
I don’t gotta prove diddly squat
This is for Biggie and Pac, Pun, LJ baby
Thinkin' I’m high grade, fuck you, pay me
And now I’m passive, don’t wanna be cursin'
But, you made up man, don’t wanna be person
Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons
We ridin' to the death, we gonna need hearses
Top spot, got my eye on that
I got the first on deck
Like the triumph track
‘Cause, I bomb so atomic
I’m puttin' my fam on
Till the whole room spinnin', I’m gonna vomit
Motion sickness, too many moves made
Get off my Kool-Aid, player, I rock

I rock, I roll, I get it, I live it, I know
You got problems? See me at my show
Good luck gettin' through the front door
‘Cause we wall to wall action and
I can barely breathe ‘em
About to bring it back home, back home
Back home

I ain’t tryin' to do the humpty dance
I’m a rock star, give me drunkee fans
And you ask why I rock out and shout shit
Too much power, not enough outlets
Me and Mase Caine go back
Like Forrest and Bubba
Though we ain’t brothers, got it?
What he say? Man, I’m on it
Caine got a blade like Clockwork Orange
Forget about these mixtapes
From these two-faces they don’t drop jewels
They drop money on jewel cases
Come on son, who’s time are you wastin'?
Takin' the cash just to have a huge bracelet
You don’t move me one iota
You chicken noodle soup on the
Side with a soda
You bumpin' to a dime or you
Die just to know her? But she’s a fan
She’s dyin' to come over little soldier

I rock, I roll, I get it, I live it, I know
You got problems? See me at my show
Good luck gettin' through the front door
‘Cause we wall to wall action and
I can barely breathe ‘em
About to bring it back home, back home
Back home